Hotel Hunting in Paris: My Experience
It's easy to get Paris wrongfrom the start. I learned that the hard way when I arrived at the Eiffel Tower at 8 a.m. on a Tuesday, only to find a line stretching past the Champ de Mars, and a group of tourists arguing over whether the tower was "open" or "closed" because they'd checked a website that hadn't updated its hours. I was already stressed, and my hotel booking was a mess. I’d booked a place near the Seine, but the address was wrong, and I ended up walking past the Louvre twice before realizing I was in the wrong neighborhood. By the time I found my actual hotel, I was exhausted, and the room was tiny with a view of a brick wall. I’d been promised a "view of the Seine," but the Seine was a half-hour walk away. I knew I had to do better for the rest of my trip. After that first night, I decided to take a different approach. Instead of booking online, I went to the local tourist office on Rue de Rivoli, where a friendly woman named Mar...